Today was the second day this week that Jess and I have called one of my best friends and sang “Happy Birthday”. She thinks that we should be paid. I think we should be shot.

We watched “St. Elmo’s Fire” and baked a chocolate cake for Spliff. We listened to Michael Jackson and we danced around like morons while I told her stories about the Scottular and My Gay Boyfriend and their linkage to MJ. I got frosting all over my hands and licked it off just like when I used to bake with my grandma.

I am excited about the visit from Spliff, it has been too long. I have felt…weird without her here. Weird. But not empty.